Monday, June 15, 2009
My beginnings are much the same as yours. Two people came together and I was the by product of that union. My parents went to school at Ricks in Idaho and then both went to BYU were they met. I was raised LDS and to some that a good indication of how I was raised. My parents were very conservative, yet very strict. Partly being that I was the oldest of six children I was expected to live by example. We didn't drink Cola and the sabbath day was always kept holy. For me being raised in the church I didn't doubt the church...or even come close to thinking there was anything out there that came close to making the church not true. I went through life with no desire to sin...and when I say sin I mean biggies in a LDS view. Of course I struggled as much as the rest of the world with envy, honesty and charity. But I strived to be the best I could be. For the most part you could say I LOVED the church. I didn't look at any aspect of it and find fault with it. I don't know if that was because I was conditioned to not question leadership or if it was my people pleasing attitude of an oldest child. My Mom left the church when I was 18 years old. She gave no reason as to why she did. I was completely heartbroken....as much as I was when she left my Dad one year later.
I have been thinking a lot...so much that I am pretty sick of the internal dialog going on inside my head. I want to write whats going on and start my journey forward in my life an dare to finish my escape from Mormonism. I think I will need to start at the beginning, to give my story complete context. Being it will cover many years it will take a couple posts to do so...here we go!